I recently attended the funeral of one of my college buddies who passed way too soon. As I was reminiscing about our “glory days,” it suddenly struck me that nearly every wonderful memory I have of my buddy involves the outdoors. From camping under the stars in a National Forest in October without a tent (it snowed, and I nearly froze to death) to fishing at a reservoir in eastern Colorado to sitting around a campfire with our friends. Not a sin…
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